6 lies at Sunset

Scotland's senses were on far-too-high-alert.

His pulse felt too fast, his heart beat was too loud and the colours around him were too bright.

The reason why his senses were so hyper was because currently he was being choked. His lungs burned intensely, begging for oxygen. The fire bursting through his body was mixed adrenaline as he tried to struggle and fight.

Normally in a fight he had slightly more control over his senses, though they were usually greatly heightened, but the primal fear of dying from being strangled was driving them wild.

He could hear noises and sounds he usually ignored or blocked off to make cities more tolerable; all blending together into one large cluttered buzz in his ear. His good hearing was always a distinct disadvantage in places like this. It's why he preferred sleeping in the quiet country side so he could rest better; then he could visit the cities during the day when he didn't care about noise so much.

The smells were crashing into his nose were maximised as well. He could smell his blood on his hand from Belarus's knife, he could smell France's fear, he could smell Russia's determination and he could smell people passing in the street which was just up ahead. The city's walls were crushing him with that unique, gritty smell that wasn't pleasant but also not entirely off putting.

His eyes were taking in small details, like the colour of the bricks, France on a phone and the single cloud high above his head. They were enhanced and brightened until they hurt.

However, the shapes were becoming vague and the colours were fuzzing into each other as more seconds pass and his body loss more air.

He was aware that he may have kicked France at some point but he was too panicked to think about it.

Dammit! He could feel his motions slowing down as he slowly run out of air. If he didn't figure out how to get Russia's arms away from his chest, he will pass out soon.

"'e is in un tight spot pour now…" He heard France say.

Scotland chuckled, wheezing for air. Having a sense of humour in a time like this seemed silly to most but it helped him.

The laugh had surprised the Russian making him slacken his hold by about half a centimetre. That was all the red head needed.

Despite having board shoulders and a wide chest; he was generally a rather slender/scrawny looking guy. Unless he flexed, his muscles appeared slim against his arms. When his muscles were flexed though, it showed he was actually strong and his muscles are quite big despite being hidden.

However, when relaxed, he was skinny again. His body went lax, widening the gap slightly, and he suddenly shoved his foot into ground, giving him momentum. He pressed his entire weight forward, pushing Russia's arms away.

He wasn't as quick as he could have been, lacking oxygen in his body to move properly.

When he was free, he gasped up air. Taking loads of deep breaths, he stumbled forward, still slightly dizzy. He crashed back onto the ground again though when Russia grabbed his leg.

He glared back at the taller man.

"Oi! Ger oof!"

"Nyet!"

"I sed let gah!"

"Nyet! Nyet! Nyet!"

The two shouted at each other in an argument.

The Scotsman sudden kicked the hand hard and he was freed once again.

He made to stand but Russia dove up from the ground and latched onto his waist. The two fell forward and onto France who was still on the phone.

The phone fell to the ground and the plastic covering cracked.

France ignored it when he saw Russia was clawing at Scotland, trying to pull him back and wrap his arms around him again. His super strength was winning over Scotland's; however the red head was struggling violently.

France rushed over to help Scotland again before it was too late. France helped Scotland to his feet, kicking Russia away.

The Slavic country tried to grab the red head again but instead got the blonde. Russia growled in annoyance, trying to push the Frenchman out of the way. However France was stubborn.

Meanwhile Scotland had picked up the phone, kneeling down on the ground.

"England? Ye still there?"

"Scotland?" The red head could hear England over the phone perfectly but he could tell that his voice probably crackled to England by his tone.

"Aye. Haff ye thought of a reason yet?" Curious to see if that was why he had phoned.

There was only silence in return. Had the phone cut off?

"Scotland? You do know that I…. I… I…"

The red head's ears perked up.

"… That I… I…"

Was the phone on England's side not working as well now?

"…I… I…"

Scotland glanced over his shoulder and saw Russia jump away from France suddenly. He wondered what the tall man was up to until he saw Russia reach for the pipe.

"Iworryaboutyou!"

He heard England hurriedly say in the background.

He blinked, hearing it perfectly but not quite believing that he had actually gotten England to say it aloud. Maybe his phone's speaker had stopped working…

"Sorry? This phone isn't working right! What did you say?"

He was so focused on the phone call suddenly, that he missed the moment when Russia had retrieved his pipe again.

"I worr~"

Suddenly France yelled a warning.

Scotland ducked but the pipe collided with the phone, smashing it into pieces. Russia stood over the crouching red head now, pointing his pipe at him.

"Become one with Russia, da?"

"Nae." Russia frowned.

Suddenly he smiled widely again as he placed the pipe under the red head's chin and tilted his face up so they were staring face to face. The tall man leaned forward.

"You have no choice, comrade."

He glanced at France who was on his feet again and looked ready to attack. "Do not move. If you come closer, I'll knock his head off, da." He ordered the blonde country.

He turned back to the red haired country. "You will be one with Russia."

"Nyet." Scotland said calmly one of the only Russian words he knew.

"Nyet?"

"Well, yer clearly nae understanding meh when I say nae. So once agen – Nyet. I'm nae becoming part of Russia." Russia narrowed his eyes while smiling tightly. "Anaeway, I cannae."

Russia looked taken back at the sudden comment. "Da, you can. You said you would quit UK at sunset."

"Aye, if me eejit brother cannae give meh a reason that I like."

"Da." Russia said pleased.

"Well, he jus' did." Russia suddenly looked very puzzled. "Oi! Francis! He said it!"

"Ton frère zaid 'e love tu?"

"Close enuff. He sed he worries aboot meh."

"Most countriez worry about tu; zey zay tu is ze crazy." Scotland scowled.

"Not that sort of worry, ye eejit! The loving kind!" The red head snapped, as he knocked the pipe from under his jaw gently and pushed it away from his personal space.

He stood up and wiped the mud from his jeans, only to realise his hand was still bleeding and he had only succeeded in bloodying his clothes. He sighed irritated.

Russia stood up to his normal height, now that the red head was standing too.

"You said you would be one with Russia."

"If me brother didnae give meh a braw reason ta stay. And he did." He glanced up at the Russian. "Fair enuff, love's a fair reason fer meh."

"Oui. L'amour is a très, très bien reason pour staying. L'amour holdz ze bonds together and from it ze passion blooms and~"

"Yer gitting carried away…"

"Oui. Oui. Oui." France brushed off Scotland's comment. He was suddenly beside Scotland with his arm slung around his shoulder. "Desolè le Russe. L'Ecosse iz ztaying."

Russia glared angrily at the blonde with his eyes, still smiling with his mouth. Scotland sighed. France seemed to only agitate the tall man.

"Ivan, can ye gah home tahday?" The Russian blinked in surprise at the use of his human name. He really didn't want to leave without Scotland….

His red hair was so unique. It matched Prussia's eyes. But his white haired bunny always ran away from him… Would the red head do the same?

Scotland was staring right at him with those green eyes, waiting for a reply. He didn't look scared. He just looked like he was waiting for an answer.

Russia pulled his scarf up over his nose. "You will run away, da?"

The Scotsman tsked. "Gawd! Whit tha heel gave ye that idea?"

Russia tilted his head slightly. "You are hurt because of me."

Scotland rolled his eyes. "Welcome tah me everyday life." He lifted up his hand with the knife wounds. "I'm 'accident prone'. Git used ta it." He said simply.

"L'Ecosse iz alwayz looking pour trouble." France smiled.

"Oi! Trouble looks fer meh! I dinnae look ta git hurt." France just laughed sceptically. Scotland turned back to Russia.

"Nee, I wonnae run away if tha's why yer nae leaving." He thought before adding. "Yer tha first one who managed tae keep up with meh in a while. I'm gonnae want ta drink with ye agen fer sure."

France sighed exasperated. He knew the red head probably just wanted to see who can out drink the other.

Though maybe having someone who can keep up with Scotland could be good thing; they could keep him out of trouble when he's drunk. However, the fact that this man was Russia led to newer problems…

Russia looked brighter though.

"You will drink with me again?" He asked giddily.

"Da. But only if ye gah fer now."

Russia grinned widely. "Da!" He giggled slightly, making him appear childish.

The tall man soon quickly left, leaving the two friends alone in the alley way.

They suddenly both sighed and leaned against the wall. They glanced at each other and their eyes met. Scotland grinned widely out of the blue.

"Well, tha' was interesting."

"L'Ecosse…" The French man said sternly, though he was smiling now as well.

"Iggy finally sed he worried aboot meh tae."

The blonde rolled his eyes and mustered up the most sarcastic voice he could. "Oui! And all it took was pour tu to be nearly taken away by Le Russe and getting drunk and stabbed and ze fight with Belarus!"

Scotland barked out a loud, boisterous laugh. "Whit dee ye think it'll take fer him tae say 'I love you'?"

France shrugged. "Something crazy, mon ami."

Scotland looked thoughtful for a moment. "Maybe if I dated Belarus, he might sa~"

"Non! Non! Non! L'Ecosse! I draw ze line at Le Russe!"

"But she's fair bonnie and~"

"Non! She is ze crazy woman! Tu would die!"

"Aye, aye, fine. Fair enuff. I wonnae ask Belarus oot… though it might haff been tae late anaeway…"

"Quoi?"

"Weel, she's pished oof at meh because I threatened ta r~"

France's phone went off.

"Un moment." The blonde began digging around in his pocket for his mobile.

Scotland shrugged and looked up at the sky. The sky on his right was darkening quickly while the rest was a strange mixture of pale blue and vivid crimson and orange.

So it was finally sunset!

The red head was just letting his mind wander as he watched the navy blue slowly invade the red sky, while waiting for France to finish his phone call. He was distracted by a nudge. France was holding up the phone.

"Ton boss."

"Me boss?" Scotland raised an eyebrow.

"Oui. 'e soundz très angry and 'e sayz 'e haz been trying to phone tu pour a while."

"Fuck…" He took the phone anyway and held it to his ear.

The prime minister didn't sound happy as he began listing off file names which Scotland didn't fill today.

He had decided not to go to work today so was expecting a call like this. However it was far better than the earful he was sure to get when the Prime Minister found out what had happened with Russia and Belarus….

Though for now, he had an excuse.

"Actually, I was gonnae dee me paperwork taday (Lie 1) but I thought it would be betta fer international relationships if I showed a country aroond. (Lie 2)"

France snickered in the background at the lies.

"Nee, it wasnae France. Aye, he was here though. I ken oor international relationship is braw enuff fer now. It was Russia."

The PM said something.

"Aye, it went dandy. (Lie 3)"

"Nee, there was nae fighting oor drinking. (Lie 4)"

"Aye he enjoyed himself and his sister showed up as well. She was fine tae. (Lie 5)"

France was trying to hold back his laughter as he watched Scotland try to convince his boss that everything went well. Even Scotland was grinning widely by this point.

"Aye, England totally agreed tae it and everything. (Lie 6)"

At this, the French man laughed loudly, the Prime Minister got annoyed, Scotland sighed and England suddenly rounded a corner and saw…

(A/N – Now there is at least only one more chapter… There will probably be another afterwards that will be like the morning after chapter.

Yippee!

Scotland doesn't like getting in trouble with his boss. Of course, just not doing anything bad would be too 'easy' for Scotland so instead he tells fibs to his boss. He gets caught sometimes and gets into worst trouble though so his system is deeply flawed though….

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